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So I've started a fiction project that I would eventually like to turn into a comic. I basically came up with the idea of a science-based superhero that would come into possession of a pair of gloves that would essentially allow him to manipulate a new (and fictional) form of science: atomagnetics.

Atomagenetics manipulates an object's subatomic structure to make it stick to the the main character's force field (generated by the gloves). I pictured his power-set being one part Spider-man-esque wallrunning and one part souped-up gravity manipulation. Like the Gravity Gun from Half-Life, MC (no name yet) would be able to lift something like a car as if it had no weight. As it would leave his grasp, it would maintain the momentum, but gain the weight back.

Essentially, it's a bit like Superboy's Tactile Telekenisis, but not to the extent that he can dismantle shit with a thought. The gloves do not have a neural link to the wearer, so essentially (until I get more invested in the story, at least), usage would be based on my character's application of the SCIENCE! involved.

Supershenanigans aside, I'm a fan of character development and interaction; I've been influenced by Robert Kirkman in that I believe that you can have an interesting story while the character isn't out fighting bad guys, and I'd love to have him going through the phases of growing up even as he's living this life.

I've got a big Google Document of all the background I've typed out so far, but tonight I wrote my first actual work. I know it's not a comic script, but since I'm used to working in prose, I figured I would start there and work backwards.

I woke up to the smell of singed hair and sulfur.

The smell wasn't too pleasant to my olfactory centers, and neither was the tingling sensation that was now coursing through my left arm. Rolling over, I found that all my weight had been on it, effectively making it useless until blood coursed back through my veins. My mind snapped back into focus at almost the same rate as my vision; what the hell had happened?

I tilted my head in the direction of my workbench and found it broken in half. I'm not kidding you here; there was essentially a mini-crater in the middle of my desk; both sides slumped in on themselves, shaped like some bizarre "M".

My first thought was was if anyone had heard the reaction. If so, the cops would be here any second. They would check my power meters and find that they had been tampered with. They would find the massive amounts of suspicious reading material I had. They would find all the torrents on my hard drive. All hope was lost.

I lay there frozen for another five minutes. There were no sirens. There was no footsteps. There was no reaction.

My apartment had nicked the edge of Armageddon and survived.


I stood up on wobbly legs; my knees creaked as I looked around my room and surveyed the damage. Essentially, it didn't look too far off from what it usually did - a pile that was on one side of my room was now on the other, and vice versa. Maybe a change of scenery was in order after all.

The ringing in my ears finally had gone away and I heard a humming noise coming from behind me. I turned around and was blinded instantly; shielding my eyes I fumbled around for a discarded welding shield, putting it on my face and flipping the eye-guard down. My eyes widened as my mind comprehended what had happened.

My glove was in the wall. Not impacted, but merged. The flanges that I had put in to stabilize large loads were fully open, letting an absolutely blinding light source radiate from within. What was especially strange was the wall itself. Instead of impacting in the wall, the glove had somehow absorbed it into its being. The drywall and paint didn't crack or break; it had formed what looked like a perfect seal with the rest of the glove.

This would require some thinking.

I was running over all the possible scenarios in my head, calling back every single paper I had read about experimentation with microscience, panicking all the while. Did I create an anomaly? Was this fusion eventually going to undo itself, taking that wall with it? Was I going to lose my security deposit?

As my mind commenced its breakdown, my body had other ideas. I remember looking at the cycling lights inside the glove and feeling my hand extend forward; I thought "No, you idiot! What are you doing!?"
But it seemed to be too late. My hand was inside, and suddenly I had other things to worry about.

I could feel the hair on my arm raise; the moving lights corresponded with a positively tingly feeling on the inside of the glove. It was almost like the hair on my arm was being drawn to where the light was at that time. It hurt.

My fingers reached their sensor pads in the tip of the glove and nestled against their rubber cradles. At this point I realized I was essentially reaching through a wall that should have been hollow on the inside, but it felt alarmingly solid; there was no give when I tried to move my forearm upward. The glove was programmed to respond to different commands based on the amount of pressure exerted on the rubber finger pad: different finger combinations and levels of force would correspond to different amounts of power outputted. This was originally designed to mimic real physics: if I pushed hard enough against something heavy, the gloves would kick in and help me out.

It was clear that I wasn't dealing with the real anymore.

Sounds intriguing, I encourage you to work on this

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